Pushing the door closed, she paused to consider. She was going ‘snooping,’ as Coy Pitchford had called it. The logical place to start was the south wing, since that’s where the potential heirs were staying. They were, after all, the people who might benefit from Hart’s death. She honestly didn’t expect to find the flowered bag. In fact, AnnaLise much preferred not to. If the thing belonged to Chef Debbie and the woman had taken it with her, she had probably killed Dickens Hart for some reason yet unknown. Case closed, if not exactly cleared. But what if the bag wasn’t Debbie’s? Or any woman’s for that matter? While it screamed ‘female,’ AnnaLise supposed that could have been calculated to throw off the police, or even Hart. If Dickens entered his suite and saw the thing, he’d have assumed a woman was showering in his bathroom, with a strong chance that he’d strip down naked and join her. Or maybe lie expectantly on the bed for whichever one to lavish her charms upon him.
